Page 2 of His Pretty Omega
This pretty brat was trouble with a capital T.
And I was here for it.
One hundred percent in.
At least for tonight.
“You’re trouble.” I watched as he set the empty glass on the bar’s gleaming wooden surface. He grinned broadly at that, looking quite proud of himself and gave a little shrug with one shoulder.
Then he turned on his heel and called over his shoulder, “You have no idea! Byyyeeee!”
Shaking my head, a huge, goofy smile plastered across my face, I tapped my glass against the bar, catching one of the bartender’s eyes for a refill. They were being extra attentive to all of us wristband wearers, I had noticed, and a fresh drink appeared in front of me in seconds.
Turning to watch the dance floor to keep eyes on the little troublemaker, my body stiffened, and my wolf’s hackles rose.
The pretty little omega who had helped himself to my drink was now dancing between two burly alphas. One ground against his front, the other his back. There was a sea of arms around all of them, hands roaming and touching willy-nilly, until I could barely tell what appendage belonged to who.
No!My wolf growled fiercely,ours!Anger radiated through my body in a quick flash of burning heat.
Downing my fresh whiskey in a single gulp, I slammed the glass back on the bar with more force than necessary, stomping my way onto the dance floor.
Coming up on the trio, the omega–my omega–noticed me first. His eyes widened briefly with a flicker of concern, before a wicked smile tilted those dark, glossy lips of his and his blue eyes sparkled with heat.
A growl rose in the back of my throat, this one from me and not my wolf, and I yanked him from between the two alphas and pulled him flush against my chest.
“Oh!” he breathily gasped, then blinked up at me, his gorgeous eyes looking slightly dazed. Bright spots of color darkened his cheeks, and his nostrils flared slightly, as my alpha pheromones wrapped around the space between us.
The instant we touched, electricity raced up my arms, my skin tingling. The air fairly crackled between us.
Mate!My wolf chanted,mate, mate, mate. Ours!
One of the alphas moved towards me, broad shoulders squared back, anger dilating his eyes. Holding up a palm to halt him, I growled roughly, “Mine!”
The man stopped dead in his tracks, giving his companion a questioning look.
“Mine!” I repeated, punctuating the word with another low, throaty growl.
The other alpha gave a quick shake of his head to his companion, and he held up his hands in a he’s-all-yours gesture. “Didn’t know he belonged to anyone the way he was out here shaking his ass for everyone. Sorry. Keep a better leash on him next time, buddy.”
Another growl emanated from my throat, a warning that I didn’t like how they had just spoken aboutmyomega. My sweet-smelling mate said nothing, just stared up at me with his unblinking, wide eyes.
Goddess, he was pretty! One of the prettiest omegas I had ever seen in my life. And his scent! It was intoxicating! Filling my senses and muddling my mind. My cock ached, hard and throbbing, pushing against my slacks to be released.
“Ten!”
“Nine!”
Suddenly the words being shouted around us penetrated the brain fog I had fallen into, and I blinked slowly. Glancing over his dark head, I realized people were holding their glasses up in the air, ready to toast in the new year.
“Five!”
“Four!”
“Three,” the man in my arms whispered.
“Two,” My voice was rough and raspy, as I bent my head in his direction.
“One,” he tilted his face up, his lips parting in a silent invitation. His lashes swept downwards towards his cheekbones, dusted in some kind of shimmering glitter, as his eyes fluttered closed.
